She Drives Me Crazy

I awoke quickly in the pitch black bedroom from a sound down the hall, my best friend laying beside me still in a deep sleep. As I lay still, (deathly still, deathly quiet, lifeless) I think to my self, “ am I hearing things, have I gone crazy?” (delirious, insane) I hear the noise coming from down the hall, I jump up and cautiously walk toward the bedroom door, the slightest light shining off from my alarm clock is glaring threw the dark (Lightless) bedroom. Grasping the bedroom door handle,…

Greed is a crazy thing it can drive people to do unimaginable things it can lead people to kill themselves or drive people to almost get themselves killed. It may not seem that money is a powerful thing, everywhere we look pretty much everything cost money. Nothing we do is free and ever will be, money I a terrible way to have people go crazy. It buys unimaginable things, things that you can’t put a price tag on which leads me to the first story. ‘’The necklace’’ shows us what money…

Yellow Wallpaper.” Through this article she explains to reader what inspired her to write this piece. Charlotte growing up suffered a mental illness herself, which inspired her to write this short story on how her illness was treated. She describes how “she went, in devout faith and some faint stir of hope, to a noted specialist in nervous diseases, the best know in the country.” In the short story John threaten her that “if I don’t pick up faster he shall send me to Weir Mitchell in the fall.”…

connects both readings due to both emphasized in diseases. Meghan O’Rourke was always afraid of becoming her disease, and to stop being who she was before the diagnosis and the illness. On the same way, Charlotte Perkins Gilman who does not let her nervous disease to drive her crazy,…

third time. That girl is never ready and I’m never patient enough. Finally, she gets out of her house struggling to figure out what to do with the long sleeved plaid shirt her mother had probably forced upon her. Stilling struggling to decide whether she should wear the shirt on her black crop top to satisfy her mother or tie it around her waist and say hell to modesty I honked for a fourth time just to hurry things up. She jogs towards my car, enters the passenger sit, slams the door and throws…

years.” I think this quote really fits with my friend Victoria Meyer, but if she were here right now, she would be saying “That is the dumbest quote I´ve ever heard. Don´t say that at my funeral.” My favorite and funniest memory of Victoria is us and a couple other friends went driving on a four wheeler around the farm. Someone unfortunately let Victoria drive the four wheeler, and she drove straight into the mud because she sucks at driving. We all immediately got splattered and covered in…

wether it be the addict or even a family member. One worker said that it didn't matter what they had to do as long as they saved that persons life. She did not care if she had to stay on the phone for five hours; she would do whatever it took to help them. This is very powerful. Not many people have this kind of dedication and drive. Most people have this drive…

my parents, and they encouraged me to pursue this interest throughout my childhood. I am grateful that my curiosity was allowed to reach its full potential, which shaped who I am today. My family spent many evenings watching documentaries together. Many of my weekends as a child were spent going on trips to museums in Houston. Every time we went on a vacation, my parents would take us to the best museums in the area. One of their policies that used to drive me crazy as a young and quite picky…

has become one of my biggest pet peeves that drives me crazy. I notice in society, people use violent words like it's their best friend. Some people are not as bad as other people. What I don't understand is why people got to use violent words to get their point across. I can argue with my family without cursing and calling them names with no problem. I still get my point across. I wish people could understand that. Another thing I notice that ticks me off is kids that curse like that's the…

There are many things that aggravate me, makes me upset, or just down right mad. These things are referred as pet peeves; consequently, I have several of them. My pet peeves are squeaking erasers, people gossiping and people talking loud. In most classrooms, I notice that students use pencils with jacked up erasers. The noise of erasers just irks me. The sound of them are just awful. It sounds as if someone is scratching nails along a blackboard. I just cannot take the noise at all. Whenever I…